Bleach - "Accidental Courtship" - Renji/Orihime - NC-17 - for centi_porn
Title: "Accidental Courtship"
Author: destinydivine
Category: Drabble Themes, Smut, Angst
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing(s): Renji/Orihime
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers?: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Kubo Tite is the genius who created the characters I'm borrowing
Theme Set: III
Notes: The idea behind these 15 drabbles for centi_porn was for each and every one to be without dialogue. It wasn't that hard, but I figured I should say that anyway. That was my goal for these drabbles. Also, it took me far too many months to get these done O___o Lastly, I don't know where the title came from >____>
1. Balance
It was such a precarious position, one he was sure wasn’t safe, but the feeling was amazing, and he didn’t want to stop.
Pressing his fingers deeper into the sensitive skin on the back of her inner thighs, Renji kept bucking his hips into her, listening to those soft mewls of pleasure. Orihime had locked her knees around his waist, her back pressed into the wall, her only anchor being Renji’s body up against hers.
He felt her nails biting into his shoulder blades, anticipating the half-moon scars he’d have there later. Bucking faster, he made sure that they were balanced and moved to kiss her neck, licking up to her ear, striving to finish with her.
2. Aware
Sure, Renji had been aware of just how ample Orihime’s chest was. You’d be blind not to. He just never expected to further his study on how large and soft and fleshy they were.
Licking around a nipple, his other hand kneading the flesh of its opposite counterpart, he struggled to control himself, to not blame Orihime’s meek and innocent demeanor as his downfall. She hadn’t been toying with him; she hadn’t baited him to do this. So what if he’d accidentally spilled juice all down her front. He wasn’t the one who had pulled the shirt right off. It was like she was inviting him to her forbidden playground! And his tongue just happened to be a useful tool to clean it up with.
3. Wait
Renji loved to tease Orihime. He loved when his fingers were touching her and she shivered and moaned. It was exciting to watch her hump his hand, knowing he was the one keeping her from orgasm, making her wait until he was ready.
Flicking a finger against her clit a few times, he listened to her shrill scream, watched as she arched up, her eyes closing in pleasure. He listened to her beg him to stop teasing her, to help her.
Relenting, he shoved his fingers inside her and gave her what she needed.
4. Rhythm
Orihime had never thought that sex could be so unique. There was a certain knack to it, she supposed, being able to get not just yourself off, but your lover as well. It had all had to do with rhythm and angles and pressure and speed.
When Renji first made love to her it had been messy, awkward - but when he found the right tempo to thrust into her, Orihime had no qualms about letting him know that she loved it. She carefully humped back, trying to match the rhythm of his hips, aching for release.
5. Shift
He loved it when she topped, loved having his hands on her hips, moving her up and down on his cock as her breasts bounced with each movement. He’d shift her back a bit, watching as she arched her back, her beautiful orange hair flowing down behind her. Shifting her forward caused her to lean into him, to place her lips on his and kiss him fiercely.
Regardless that she was on top, he had control, shifting her this way and that, getting the best results this way. Orihime didn’t mind it seemed, moaning louder each time he moved her body this way or that.
6. Transparent
The wall she was changing behind was flimsy; she had known that when she’d stepped behind it to change. She knew that Renji would stare at her through the thin screen, that he’d watch her every move, even watch as she rolled her panties down her legs. The screen was so utterly transparent that he’d be able to see the curvy outline of her body perfectly.
But honestly, the screen was nowhere near as transparent as the silky lingerie she had on. She was anxious to see how Renji reacted to this. She wondered if he’d even need foreplay.
7. Reflection
The hot water of the springs felt beautiful, but Orihime was having trouble admiring it. Renji was up against her back, his hard length pressing into the small of her back as his hand moved across her stomach and down between her legs.
They were half submerged in the water, light ripples rolling across the surface, destroying the perfect reflection of the moon that she’d been staring at before Renji showed up, horny and wanting. He licked up the shell of her ear, his fingers stroking inside of her.
His other hand came up, causing more waves to alter their reflections as he squeezed one of her breasts.
8. Crave
Renji craved one thing lately, and that was Orihime herself. He loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled, the way she moved against him and the sounds she made when she climaxed.
Kneeling between her legs like he was now, he was feisty, lapping at her like she was some oasis, enjoying the overall sensation he gave her, wanting to keep her this way forever. He wanted to satisfy his craving, beat it into submission; he knew he’d never get enough of her.
Feeling her fingers gently winding into his hair, he craved that too, knew she close and flicked his tongue across her clit as she bucked her hips lightly in pleasure.
9. Fleeting
Orihime was aware that her crush on Ichigo was far from a fleeting fancy. Yet, as time went one, she found herself aware of her own feelings for a certain red-haired shinigami as well. Orihime knew that he also harbored an unrequited love for Rukia, and taking matters into her own hands, Orihime decided that it was time the two of them get over their feelings for other people.
She had expected this to be fleeting, expected Renji to thank her for the moment to forget. But as she lay there beneath him, feeling his hips crash into hers, his lips on her neck, his hands squeezing her breasts…she began to doubt that this feeling for him would pass, too.
10. Constant
The constant sweep of her tongue up and down his cock felt wonderful. He leaned back, watching as she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. Her hair tickled his inner thigh as she bobbed her head up and down, the steady, constant motion pleasurable and heavenly.
He felt her fingers wrap around the base, felt her squeeze as she tightened her lips and sucked hard. She was too good at this, knowing his weakness from constantly doing this to him. Tangling his fingers in her hair as warning, he growled low in his throat as he came.
11. Fate
Rumors flew like mad when everyone found out that Renji and Orihime were “together.” Some called it odd, while others were wise enough to call it fate. Orihime wasn’t quite sure what they’d meant at first, because as far as she concerned, her and Renji were just friends.
Sure, they were sexually active, and it was a lot of fun. But fate?
The more she thought about though, the more she realized that Renji no longer glanced twice at Rukia, and she even noticed that she didn’t fawn over Ichigo the way she used to. The sex between them became more loving, gentler, more passionate.
12. Again
She was here again.
Pushing her into the wall, he rubbed his hands up the front of her body, squeezing curvy flesh and listening to the breathy moans she produced. He kissed her roughly, felt her hands encircle his neck and her body press up and into his.
He couldn’t believe she wanted him.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, he put his hands on her waist, holding her close, savoring the feel of her body up against his own, delighting in the fact that she waiting here for him. She had done it again, patiently waiting for him to return to her.
13. Few
Orihime could count of her fingers the number of orgasms she’d experienced in her lifetime on one hand. Masturbation had never held any interest; she felt it lacked passion, even though the end result was always so pleasurable. She simply wanted to receive it from another person.
When Renji gave her her first orgasm, she had shrieked loudly before he’d kissed her, stifling the noise. The few times she’d touched herself, she had never gotten off as wonderfully as she had just now. Kissing him senseless as a form of thanks, she vowed to make Renji do that to her until she passed out.
14. Vertigo
Whatever had made her decide to straddle him while he was sitting in the kitchen chair, she was sure glad she’d done it. Pushing herself up, she crashed back down, shrieking as Renji slammed up to meet her. Orihime felt light-headed, dizzy; all this sex had to be affecting her.
Feeling Renji grab her ass, Orihime dug her fingers into his shoulders as he began to lift her up. Suddenly, she felt off balance, the vertigo causing her to vision to swim as Renji seated her on the edge of the kitchen table and continued pounding into her. She was tilting, her head spinning as orgasm crept up and she screamed.
15. Inverse
Her knees were on either side of his face. She looked down, noticing his closed eyelids as he lay there beneath her, feasting on the wet flesh between her legs. She wanted to reciprocate, wanted him to feel as good as she felt now.
When she suddenly sat up, Renji had grabbed for her, wondering what she was doing. He watched as she turned herself around so that she was facing his groin, reversing her position, creating a yin yang in a sense. He moaned as her lips enveloped the head of his cock, and he went back to work, licking up her slit.
--FIN--
Cross-posted to all_for_bleach, renji_orihime, and of course centi_porn
Author: destinydivine
Category: Drabble Themes, Smut, Angst
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing(s): Renji/Orihime
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers?: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Kubo Tite is the genius who created the characters I'm borrowing
Theme Set: III
Notes: The idea behind these 15 drabbles for centi_porn was for each and every one to be without dialogue. It wasn't that hard, but I figured I should say that anyway. That was my goal for these drabbles. Also, it took me far too many months to get these done O___o Lastly, I don't know where the title came from >____>
1. Balance
It was such a precarious position, one he was sure wasn’t safe, but the feeling was amazing, and he didn’t want to stop.
Pressing his fingers deeper into the sensitive skin on the back of her inner thighs, Renji kept bucking his hips into her, listening to those soft mewls of pleasure. Orihime had locked her knees around his waist, her back pressed into the wall, her only anchor being Renji’s body up against hers.
He felt her nails biting into his shoulder blades, anticipating the half-moon scars he’d have there later. Bucking faster, he made sure that they were balanced and moved to kiss her neck, licking up to her ear, striving to finish with her.
2. Aware
Sure, Renji had been aware of just how ample Orihime’s chest was. You’d be blind not to. He just never expected to further his study on how large and soft and fleshy they were.
Licking around a nipple, his other hand kneading the flesh of its opposite counterpart, he struggled to control himself, to not blame Orihime’s meek and innocent demeanor as his downfall. She hadn’t been toying with him; she hadn’t baited him to do this. So what if he’d accidentally spilled juice all down her front. He wasn’t the one who had pulled the shirt right off. It was like she was inviting him to her forbidden playground! And his tongue just happened to be a useful tool to clean it up with.
3. Wait
Renji loved to tease Orihime. He loved when his fingers were touching her and she shivered and moaned. It was exciting to watch her hump his hand, knowing he was the one keeping her from orgasm, making her wait until he was ready.
Flicking a finger against her clit a few times, he listened to her shrill scream, watched as she arched up, her eyes closing in pleasure. He listened to her beg him to stop teasing her, to help her.
Relenting, he shoved his fingers inside her and gave her what she needed.
4. Rhythm
Orihime had never thought that sex could be so unique. There was a certain knack to it, she supposed, being able to get not just yourself off, but your lover as well. It had all had to do with rhythm and angles and pressure and speed.
When Renji first made love to her it had been messy, awkward - but when he found the right tempo to thrust into her, Orihime had no qualms about letting him know that she loved it. She carefully humped back, trying to match the rhythm of his hips, aching for release.
5. Shift
He loved it when she topped, loved having his hands on her hips, moving her up and down on his cock as her breasts bounced with each movement. He’d shift her back a bit, watching as she arched her back, her beautiful orange hair flowing down behind her. Shifting her forward caused her to lean into him, to place her lips on his and kiss him fiercely.
Regardless that she was on top, he had control, shifting her this way and that, getting the best results this way. Orihime didn’t mind it seemed, moaning louder each time he moved her body this way or that.
6. Transparent
The wall she was changing behind was flimsy; she had known that when she’d stepped behind it to change. She knew that Renji would stare at her through the thin screen, that he’d watch her every move, even watch as she rolled her panties down her legs. The screen was so utterly transparent that he’d be able to see the curvy outline of her body perfectly.
But honestly, the screen was nowhere near as transparent as the silky lingerie she had on. She was anxious to see how Renji reacted to this. She wondered if he’d even need foreplay.
7. Reflection
The hot water of the springs felt beautiful, but Orihime was having trouble admiring it. Renji was up against her back, his hard length pressing into the small of her back as his hand moved across her stomach and down between her legs.
They were half submerged in the water, light ripples rolling across the surface, destroying the perfect reflection of the moon that she’d been staring at before Renji showed up, horny and wanting. He licked up the shell of her ear, his fingers stroking inside of her.
His other hand came up, causing more waves to alter their reflections as he squeezed one of her breasts.
8. Crave
Renji craved one thing lately, and that was Orihime herself. He loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled, the way she moved against him and the sounds she made when she climaxed.
Kneeling between her legs like he was now, he was feisty, lapping at her like she was some oasis, enjoying the overall sensation he gave her, wanting to keep her this way forever. He wanted to satisfy his craving, beat it into submission; he knew he’d never get enough of her.
Feeling her fingers gently winding into his hair, he craved that too, knew she close and flicked his tongue across her clit as she bucked her hips lightly in pleasure.
9. Fleeting
Orihime was aware that her crush on Ichigo was far from a fleeting fancy. Yet, as time went one, she found herself aware of her own feelings for a certain red-haired shinigami as well. Orihime knew that he also harbored an unrequited love for Rukia, and taking matters into her own hands, Orihime decided that it was time the two of them get over their feelings for other people.
She had expected this to be fleeting, expected Renji to thank her for the moment to forget. But as she lay there beneath him, feeling his hips crash into hers, his lips on her neck, his hands squeezing her breasts…she began to doubt that this feeling for him would pass, too.
10. Constant
The constant sweep of her tongue up and down his cock felt wonderful. He leaned back, watching as she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. Her hair tickled his inner thigh as she bobbed her head up and down, the steady, constant motion pleasurable and heavenly.
He felt her fingers wrap around the base, felt her squeeze as she tightened her lips and sucked hard. She was too good at this, knowing his weakness from constantly doing this to him. Tangling his fingers in her hair as warning, he growled low in his throat as he came.
11. Fate
Rumors flew like mad when everyone found out that Renji and Orihime were “together.” Some called it odd, while others were wise enough to call it fate. Orihime wasn’t quite sure what they’d meant at first, because as far as she concerned, her and Renji were just friends.
Sure, they were sexually active, and it was a lot of fun. But fate?
The more she thought about though, the more she realized that Renji no longer glanced twice at Rukia, and she even noticed that she didn’t fawn over Ichigo the way she used to. The sex between them became more loving, gentler, more passionate.
12. Again
She was here again.
Pushing her into the wall, he rubbed his hands up the front of her body, squeezing curvy flesh and listening to the breathy moans she produced. He kissed her roughly, felt her hands encircle his neck and her body press up and into his.
He couldn’t believe she wanted him.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, he put his hands on her waist, holding her close, savoring the feel of her body up against his own, delighting in the fact that she waiting here for him. She had done it again, patiently waiting for him to return to her.
13. Few
Orihime could count of her fingers the number of orgasms she’d experienced in her lifetime on one hand. Masturbation had never held any interest; she felt it lacked passion, even though the end result was always so pleasurable. She simply wanted to receive it from another person.
When Renji gave her her first orgasm, she had shrieked loudly before he’d kissed her, stifling the noise. The few times she’d touched herself, she had never gotten off as wonderfully as she had just now. Kissing him senseless as a form of thanks, she vowed to make Renji do that to her until she passed out.
14. Vertigo
Whatever had made her decide to straddle him while he was sitting in the kitchen chair, she was sure glad she’d done it. Pushing herself up, she crashed back down, shrieking as Renji slammed up to meet her. Orihime felt light-headed, dizzy; all this sex had to be affecting her.
Feeling Renji grab her ass, Orihime dug her fingers into his shoulders as he began to lift her up. Suddenly, she felt off balance, the vertigo causing her to vision to swim as Renji seated her on the edge of the kitchen table and continued pounding into her. She was tilting, her head spinning as orgasm crept up and she screamed.
15. Inverse
Her knees were on either side of his face. She looked down, noticing his closed eyelids as he lay there beneath her, feasting on the wet flesh between her legs. She wanted to reciprocate, wanted him to feel as good as she felt now.
When she suddenly sat up, Renji had grabbed for her, wondering what she was doing. He watched as she turned herself around so that she was facing his groin, reversing her position, creating a yin yang in a sense. He moaned as her lips enveloped the head of his cock, and he went back to work, licking up her slit.
--FIN--
Cross-posted to all_for_bleach, renji_orihime, and of course centi_porn